Panting, Nathaniel looked around. They were still where they were supposed to be, in ancient Rome. And the visions in his dreams were in the same place. So maybe it really was real. "The soldier," he said vaguely, looking up at Remington with a worried brow. He wanted to explain more, about the man with the beard and the blood and the sword, but a sudden shout from outside the tent cut off any reply.
"Attack!!" came a deep, powerful scream, which was fast followed by the sound of metal clanging and scrambling and shouting. Nathaniel's eyes widened, and his bottom lip trembled. "The lookout is dead," he said softly. "And we're getting caught."